The Marjorie Beck Story… by Aunt Marji (part 3)

For Christmas that year I got a small wash tub and a wash board. A week later I got a baby brother. He was baptized Mahlon Lee Otto Henry Sommerer.

He was a dear chubby little fellow. I took care of him most of the time. He was still small when we moved to the “Fifth Place” at Schubert, eight miles east of Jefferson City. It was a big house and I loved it. It was so nice.

This is where Cleopha was born right before my tenth birthday. I made her gowns and hemmed her diapers. I was nine years old then. She was our Shirley Temple. She was cute and had such pretty hair.

A couple of years later Theresa Loyola was born. She was a chubby little doll. I sewed for her too.

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16 thoughts on “The Marjorie Beck Story… by Aunt Marji (part 3)”

I wonder if my parents were poorer when they lived at (No.4 place The Relius Beck farm or No.6 place, at Selma Erhardt house at Honey creek). They were both very small compared to the place at Schubert. Where did everyone sleep? I want to comment on one of the pictures Christina put on here for us. The second picture show’s the 2 sets of twins in our family. That is so nice to see them together.

Margie sewed so much for all of us, that ol’ Sew and Sew! I love her!! Cleo, I didn’t see that photo. I have to look again. Was it Chance/Lance,Leann/Thomas or Lake/Lane? It is so neat to have that many twins in a family of around 190+ living & dead of us. Has anyone ever counted exactly how many we are including the deceased?

I’m sorry, I forgot there are 3 sets of twins. they are now the first picture of the first 6 that Christina just put on here. Thomas and Lea Ann Meisinger holding Lane and Lake Cary.Sorry Lance and Chance.

I can’t imagine how sad I would have been to get a wash tub and wash board for a Christmas present at the age of 8 years, and then to have to use it to wash baby diapers!!! Margie you were a saint! We all owe you so much. You were an inspiration to us all. Thank you Margie and Bea for washing my diapers! and for loving me.

No, I don’ remember and I don’t remember any of the Roman numerals either except for a few. I just remember his patience with me and his giving of his time to help me. I’m sure he would have liked to be doing other things.